I'm reading and I'm getting wet.
That's what happens when I love a
book. Andy asks what I'm reading. He
probably smells that I like it. He's
probably hoping I'll get so excited
I'll put the book down and fuck him.
It's happened before. That's the only
shortcoming of books-they're asexual.
I show him the spine. "Why do you
like reading her so much?" he asks.
"She always tells stories about weak
women." He tells me I need strong
female role models-that if I were
really a feminist, I'd know what I
want to do with my life.
I flip to the back cover and look at
the author's photo. Andy thinks he
knows everything. He says he hates
men for being closed minded about
I try to imagine being the strong,
completely unneedy, financially huge
woman that Andy wishes he could be
If I were that woman, I can tell you
one thing, I wouldn't be living with
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